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We rose up from the darkness, where they kept us all along
We shine bright, smiling, never letting go of what could become
The vision held inside, we grab them tight
The dream even though it seemed for ever to become real
I held them in my heart
Kept them all hid
As I continue down the path
Blackness, dark and wicked
Then
From darkness like a phoenix we rose
The dark with light replaced
Born hard like a diamond in the rough
Born here in this crazy world
Born tough.

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